Pandaren Professor at Hogwarts

In the Gryffindor common room, Harry, Ron, Hermione and the red panda walked in from the outside. The trio looked unhappy and sat by the window doing their magic homework.

Harry looked a little uneasy, raised his head and said to the other two, "I want to ask Snape if he can return the book to me."

"I wouldn't go if it were me!" Ron and Hermione said in unison.

But Harry explained that "If there were other professors listening, Snape wouldn't have said no to me."

After that, he went downstairs and walked to the staff lounge, with the red panda following behind.

In the lounge, Snape was chatting with Lanfeng about the substitution of ingredients in the potion formula. Lanfeng suddenly interrupted him, "Stretch your legs, Harry is here."

Snape didn't ask Lan Feng how he knew. He raised the injured leg and asked Lan Feng to bandage it.

"Clap clap clap!"

There was a knock on the door, but the two of them remained silent.

"Clap clap clap!"

After a while, it rang again, but the two of them still ignored it.

After a moment, the door was opened a small crack, and an eye looked in.

"Damn thing!" Snape started to act, with a ferocious expression on his face, "How can you stare at three heads at the same time?"

The door closed softly, but Snape started to get angry, "Potter!" He pulled down his robe, covered his injured leg, and looked at Harry angrily.

"I wonder if I can get my book back."

"Get out! Get out!"

Harry fled and ran upstairs.

Seeing Harry walking away, Snape sat down and closed his eyes with a somewhat painful expression.

Lanfeng said, "I want to know if I can continue to bandage you."

"I'm sorry, I haven't recovered yet." Snape opened his eyes and apologized, "Thank you for your help, Professor Lanfeng, I will take care of the wound myself."

Lan Feng didn't listen to him, and floated his hand on his wound. The green light began to heal, and after a while, no trace of injury could be seen at all.

Lanfeng felt a little strange, "My intuition tells me that your relationship with Harry is unusual. You just scolded him, but you seemed to be the one being scolded. Are you in pain?" Before Snape could answer, "Forget it. No, this is your private matter and I shouldn’t know.”

Lanfeng stood up and prepared to go back. When he walked to the door, he remembered something, "By the way, I don't know if Dumbledore told you, I'm covering Harry now." After that, he really left.

After hearing this, Snape, who was sitting slumped, felt less pain on his face, and his whole body seemed to relax a lot.

The next day came and it was sunny and cold.The restaurant was filled with the enticing smell of grilled sausages, and everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch game and chatting happily.

The same is true for students, and so is the professor. Professor McGonagall beside Lan Feng has been talking about today's game. At one moment, he said that he had a sharp eye and discovered a new Quidditch star. At another moment, he said that he bought Harry a new star. I spent 2000 on Nimbus, but I didn’t regret it at all. I later said that I was very confident in today’s competition, and I would be able to hold my head high and be proud when I see Professor Snape in the future.

Looking at Professor McGonagall chattering away, Lanfeng felt that she seemed to be 20 years younger. It seemed that hobbies can really make people younger.

Professor McGonagall felt fine, but Harry didn't feel so good. Facing the boos and greetings of his classmates, he was so nervous that he couldn't even eat.

At eleven o'clock, almost all the teachers and students came to the auditorium around the Quidditch pitch, just like Lanfeng's first open class. Except for Dumbledore, he would be at the end of the fourth floor today. A big project was being done in one room - the room where the mirror was placed, and there was no time to watch Harry's game.

The students of Gryffindor and Slytherin all held up huge banners to cheer for their own college teams. One side of the audience was red and the other was green, clearly distinguishable.Many students also brought binoculars, but sometimes it was still difficult to see clearly what was going on during the game.

Lanfeng did not take up the professor's seat, but was pulled to the commentary seat by Professor McGonagall. The person in charge of commentating the game was a Gryffindor named Lee Jordan, a brown-skinned boy who was eloquent and a Gryffindor ball player. The team's best friend of the Weasley brothers, Lanfeng's red panda, has seen the three of them commit suicide many times in the Gryffindor lounge.

When the time was up, both teams took the stage at the same time. Harry followed the Weasley brothers and received applause from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and of course the St. Petersburg team under the leadership of Malfoy. Lytlin's boos.

Professor Hodge was already on the court, gathering the players together and saying, "Listen, I want everyone to compete fairly and honestly."

"Everyone, please get on your broomsticks!"

Fifteen people, including Huo Qi, rose from the ground and soared high into the sky.The game officially begins.

Except for Harry, all the Gryffindor players were very good. Lanfeng was deeply impressed by the little girl named Angelina, not only because of her superior strength, but also because Lee Jordan said that he had already flirted with Angelina. For several years, Angelina refused to date him.

Lanfeng's red panda was in the Gryffindor lounge a few days ago and "accidentally" saw the boy named Fred from the Weasley brothers hugging the girl named Angelina.

What a sad story.

Gryffindor took the lead, but it had nothing to do with Harry. He flew high in the sky, as if he was not the one competing. After Angelina scored, he even turned a few somersaults to express his joy. Affection.

However, Harry's time to watch the battle did not last long. A flash of gold appeared in his field of vision and he immediately swooped down; Slytherin's Seeker Terrence Higgins also saw it, and the two of them flew side by side towards the Golden Snitch.The players on the court and the audience off the court all looked at the two men with bated breath.

With the advantage of the broom, Harry was faster than Higgins. He could see the small ball not far in front of him. He accelerated suddenly and stretched out his hand.

"Oh!"

The captain of Slytherin, Marcus Flint, who looked a bit like a troll, deliberately collided with Harry. Harry's broomstick suddenly veered off the direction and almost fell to the ground, but he grabbed the broom in time and let it go. The red panda with its hands stretched out on the ground took a lonely look.

"foul!"

the Gryffindors shouted.It was indeed a foul, but it was only a minor foul. Yesterday, Lanfeng took away the book "Quidditch Origins" and read it before going to bed after returning to the dormitory. He gained some understanding of this type of foul.

Sure enough, although Professor Hooch angrily scolded Flint, all Gryffindor got was a free kick at the goal post.

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